The Morning of 'Ard Boyz

It's 6:11am.  I have my first cup of coffee in hand, and for some reason I'm slightly worried I'm going to spill it on the MacBook Pro.



The 15-Inch.  'Cause that's how I roll.

(Unrealistic.)

The Professor will soon be pulling up in the minivan.  I guess that's how we'll roll.

(Family style.)

Inside he'll have The Mighty Mighty Carlos, The Card Pimp in Question, and Jeremy 2 Rich.

No, that's not their real names, but it should be.

(Groovy.)

I warned them at the store that I'll be claiming the front seat this morning.  Bad leg.  Neurological disorder.

(Gimp.)

The Card Pimp said, "You're the oldest rider, that's your spot anyway."  Respect!

(Advancing age.)

I like that kid I do.  I remember not too long ago, I said *SELF-EDIT* like that.  It's a sign of proper parenting.

You just don't think it'll one day apply to you.

(Advancing age, I said.)

6:23am.  They'll be here soon.

I suppose I'd better brush my hair.

(It's thinning.)

They'll be some young guns at 'Ard Boyz today.  Youth and strength.

(Age and treachery.)

(I fancy our chances.)